City Life Soundtrack ENG

Author's Note: This fanfic is based on an essay I wrote for school, based on the title: "Nel frastuono del mondo contemporaneo sembra che non ci sia più posto per il silenzio." (In the contemporary world's noise there seems to be no space for silence any more.)
Enjoy ;-)

"Nel frastuono del mondo contemporaneo sembra che non ci sia più posto per il silenzio..." recited the song that echoed at an exaggeratedly high volume in a guy's headset, too caught up in his music to pay attention to the world that was living around him.
The thunder's grumbling of that evening's storm got lost in the cacophony of the city sounds, while Dave looked around trying to hide his bewilderment.
Too much lights, too much racket, too many sensations at the same moment. He couldn't wait to get home and relax. He didn't let these thought show, keeping his typical emotionless expression.
He picked up his speed to avoid hearing the irritating jingle of one of Betty Crocker's adverts that he'd heard too many times, attempting not to bump into too many people in the process.
Having to leave, every evening from the office's respectful silence, to dive in the chaotic sea of people that was the world outside, was a daily trauma that he never overcame. With every step he made, he mentally asked himself "why hadn't they already invented transportalizers?".
It was hard to ask himself that question though: the sonic impact dazed him to the point that he could barely hear himself think.
He raised his eyes, looking for the sign that would have guided him out of that chaos. Ah, there it was: the neon from the bright and familiar subway's sign.
Making his way through the absent minded people, he arrived under the sign, almost tripping in the first step of the flight of stairs that took to the stop.
Once there, he simply let himself get sucked in and carried along by the stream of strangers he knew by heart, that followed him every day and every evening, without daring to look at anyone in the face.
He stopped like everyone else on the platform's edge, in precarious balance between the crowd and the railway.
The train arrived, announcing it's arrival with it's usual deafening screech, creaking and full of graffiti.
When he got on the train, Dave pulled half a sigh in relief, for the world's volume had drastically decreased, but wasn't completely silenced.
During the trip home he kept being tormented, again and again, by the same three adverts that kept being transmitted repeatedly, and by gossip he couldn't help listening to.
As soon as he heard the metallic voice that announced his stop, he made his way to the doors, feeling himself get ushered out as they opened, a torrent of people that flowed out of the vehicle.
Dave stopped, fixing the shades he always wore, how he could, before heading towards his modest apartment.
As he arrived in front of the massive building he set his briefcase to the ground, fumbling to find his keys. Closing the door behind him, he pulled again, this time a whole one, a sigh of relief. He went towards the lift, his footsteps echoing loudly on the corridor's empty walls.
In the lift he was accompanied by the smooth rhythm of a cheery jingle, and as he stepped in his flat, he abandoned himself to the couch, tired out.
He closed his eyes, listening for at least five minutes to just himself breathing, but it looked like something wasn't going right.
He got up, glancing around. Everything was how he had left it that morning, but... something was missing.

Something eerie shrouded the place, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Coming to a conclusion, he turned the TV on, feeling that the bad sensation passed with every time he raised the volume.

Fin

Author's Note (again): I hope it was clear that the eerie sensation was simply the silence! I'm sorry, I know this Dave is kind of OOC... XD